“Because I enjoy it.”

She moves slightly from side to side and carefully voices out a “no”. She lets some extra tears fall, I’m not sure if it’s more tit pain or pondering her situation due to my question. “Why are you doing this?

“Are you gonna cum soon?”

“Sure”, I turn the light back off, and replace the blindfold. She sighs in between sobs. I go to the box behind her and look through it with the flashlight I keep near the top. I find what I’m looking for and head back to the front of her. I tell her, “Don’t say a single word and control your crying, or I’ll have to make it hurt more than what is necessary for me to cum. If I don’t cum, you’ll need stitches to recover from this.”

She started crying some more, but she stifled it quickly. I opened both clips and placed them on each of her nipples, letting go. She let out a squeal and some tears flowed down her cheeks, but she controlled herself. This one has a stronger will than most. I tighten the clips with the screws in them until I’m certain they’re snug. I chain the clips together, and pull them closer together before leaving the small chain in place. I go over to the wall and place another small chain with springs evenly placed between every tenth link within a loop in the wall. I bring it over to the girl. I have to use no insignificant portion of my strength to get it to stretch this far. I link it to the chain between the clips, and let go slowly. After I let go, I look at the girl’s face. She’s straining, but crying very softly for as much pain as she’s in. She wants to leave very badly indeed. She still seems to think I’m going to let her go after I cum.

Before taking my position in front of her I pick up a couple of the smaller needles. I place my dick in her mouth and say, “You know what to do, cunt.” She gets to work, but not as well as she was the last time. Just as I had hoped. I jab a needle into each tit and yell, “No more warnings!”, then I jab another couple needles into her tits. She pauses for a moment, takes a deep breath, makes a funny pseudo scream noise, and begins to move in a frenzy. This time her tongue is moving just as fervently as though she were insane. It has no direction, though. She’s moving her tongue to try to increase my pleasure, but she simply can’t concentrate on it. It feels good regardless it’s lack of direction. She’s not moving her head as much as she was, though. She’s just jerking around a bit.

“You can do better than that, you piece of shit!”, I yell, jabbing another couple needles in her tits. She does the pause, breath, screech thing again, and begins pulling back further. Not far enough. I jab another two pairs of needles into her tits, and she does her pause, breath, screech for each pair. After the last one, though, she pauses a moment longer, and begins crying harder than I’ve ever seen a girl cry. This is harder than I’ve ever pushed a girl, but this is nearly a torrent of tears. The funny part about it is that she’s completely stopped. She must know what’s coming.

I say to her softly “You know I cannot forgive this break of yours.”, pulling my dick out of her mouth as she simply cries. I grab as many needles as I can hold proficiently and get back in place, without placing my dick back in her mouth. “I’m going to continue stabbing your tits with these until I cum. If I need to pull out and get more needles more than two more times, I’m going to cut your tits off.”

She cringes through her tears and wails at that, and goes to work the instant my dick gets in her mouth. She’s still not as good as she used to be. I stab a pair of needles into her tits, and she does her patented pause, breath, screech. Another pair before she gets to work, and the same pause. She goes back at it, and I say, “You know, all these pauses of yours is only serving to slow my cumming”, another pair of needles, and another pause, but she left out the breath and went straight to the screech. I place in another three pairs of needles, the second and third immediately after she screeches. That was a long pause. I have only two more pairs of needles to go. She begins again, but then I jab her with the second to last pair, then the other when she tries to go to work again.

“Uh oh, I’m out of needles”, and I pull my dick out of her mouth and move over to the box of needles. I glance over and see that she’s sobbing uncontrollably. I muse to myself that the sound she’s making must be similar to a banshee’s wail. “You know I told you to control your crying. I was going to leave the underside of your slut-bags alone. For this transgression, I’m going to place my entire second handful of needles into the underside of them without my cock in your slutty mouth.” I can’t tell if she has a reaction to that through her wailing. I place the whole handful in, one needle pair at a time. Still, no reaction past her horrible sobs. I notice no tears are coming from behind the blindfold. I get another couple handfuls and get in position. “Are you ready, bitch?”, I ask as I slide my dick into her mouth. She begins working before I even realize it’s in. I almost shout “wow!”. She’s even better than the best she’s done yet. I look at her tits, and see that she’s stretching the skin that’s not stuck between the bars almost a whole inch. This is amazing. I almost forget to keep stabbing her tits, and I’m about to cum! Damn, stabbing the underside of her tits simply turned me on more! I stab her tits a couple times, hoping her pause will slow me down, and I could torment her more with my threat. I’d never cut those wonderful tits off, but it’s a great threat to use. She pauses for the first couple stabs, but does no more than squeal and continue stretching out her tits for every other pair of needles. “I’m CUMMMMIIINNNGGG!!!!” I play with the last pair of needles I stabbed her tits with as I cum. I let go of them, and realize there are only three pairs left in my hands. She’s wailing again, but it’s muffled by my cock. “You swallow that, bitch!”. She pulls back, stretching her tits out again, so that it can go down her throat, instead of out of her mouth. I stab the last three pairs of needles into her tits, and she nearly chokes. She rests and wails against the bars.

I remove the needles from her tits and her from the toy. She has no energy with which to fight me. I hog-tie her and take her into the adjacent room, which is also sound proofed, but has a bed. I rub alcohol over her bloodied tits then a lotion, explaining to her that sessions like that are no fun with floppy tits. I tell her that I’m a doctor and have created a skin rejuvenating creme. After tonight, her tits won’t be as perky as they were, but they will regain most of it. The change will be unnoticeable, maybe even to herself. I untie her and place her wrists and ankles in the cuffs built into the bed. “I’ll see you in the morning”, I say as I turn off the light, close her door, and go to bed in my own room, upstairs.